In the living room, Qin Moyu circled the Quantum Washing Machine, brimming with futuristic technology, twice. With just one look, he understood its internal operating algorithms, microscopic particle technology, and proper method of use.
Though it was futuristic black technology, for a genius, one glance was enough to grasp the essence of technology.
A moment later, Qin Moyu found a bucket and poured some natural laundry powder made from plant ash, soap pods, and alkaline soil into the washing machine.
At the same time, Qin Moyu carefully sorted the clothes for washing. The girls' clothes were relatively thin, so he first tossed the clothes Xue Ke had changed out of last night into the washing machine drum...
Soon, the industrial machine let out a pleasant roar, its machine spirit delighted.
From the diary's recording perspective, water mixed with detergent flowed through the Quantum Washing Machine's drum, foam wrapped around the clothes, and then they tumbled about as they were washed.
Before long, Qin Moyu reached in and took out Xue Ke's dress. Looking closely, he saw that the clothes had already been dried and were indeed exactly the same as when they had gone in.
Even the few white stains that had stuck to Xue Ke's skirt during last night's battle remained. Not only had they not been washed away in the slightest, but their shape, size, and position were completely unchanged...
This was probably the ultimate artistic expression of microscopic quantum technology.
So what had this Quantum Washing Machine been designed for? Most likely, it had been made to wrap a meal of "dumplings" around a Quantum Computer...
"What a perfect work of art."
Qin Moyu nodded with a smile and agreed. "Not bad, not bad. I'll take you apart later and rescue the Quantum Computer hidden inside!"
Meanwhile,